There is no mercy in this life except in it’s ending, even that is not always promised well. What force holds sway these dark shadows from the light of day? *Depression is a sane response to an insane world.
Is it egotistical for the writer to believe they can create something worthy of someone’s time and attention? (as if that’s even the point) To create little or vast pocket universes, alternate realities, that capture the imagination and transports the reader to ideas and places undiscovered. Perhaps it’s more accurate to say, “rediscovered”; because there… Continue reading Saturday Morning Thoughts
What follows was not written by me, but rather is something remembered that I think all of us can relate to at one time or other in our lives. Truthfully lost my literary voice sometime ago and struggling to find it again amidst difficult times(sigh). Knowing that so many deal with hardships greater than my own… Continue reading Remembered
why ask why when it doesn’t change anything that hurts anything at all it’s so fucking unjust… leaving me only a little more less broken than you
Life is so fucking fragile Never take it or those in yours for granted Love you Mom ღ
blinded windows shuttered darkened, cluttered space metaphors a lifetime of holdings past expiration a thirsty tangerine parched, arid throated rested on a dusty shelf waiting for spring dew never being realized even deserts are deserving of tears underwhelming this concern overwhelms intended words a great one for proselytizing the follow through leaves… Continue reading Past expiration
How much latitude do we have in penning ourselves? How much is predetermined by us or by God? Legacy within my veins begs for release A stark blankness waits words To fill the unwritten pages of chapters yet to come with hope or tragedy solitude or love joy or pain Is it a mere… Continue reading Legacy on a blank page